sources
to make devices
such as ours.
The problem is clear.
We're gonna have to seek
contemporary solutions.
Where's Chekov?
Mr. Chekov is involved,
Captain.
You shouldn't have come
back to town, Billy.
Morgan will kill you
because he wants me.
With his outdated weapon?
If he shoots at me,
I will just...
step out of the way.
You can joke about it.
I've seen 'em in action.
Especially Morgan.
A lot of people and things
have tried to kill me.
You'd be surprised.
Mr. Chekov --
I mean Billy ...
come along.
Yes, sir.
Billy?
Please, don't even
go near him.
Gentlemen.
Where are we going,
Captain?
To exercise
the better part of valor.
Well, that settles that.
A force field.
[Clock Chiming]
It is obvious
the Melkotians
are not going to permit us
to leave this town.
If we could only
contact the Enterprise.
Where is
the Enterprise?
If you were in charge
of the Enterprise,
what would you
be doing?
I'd be using the ship's sensors
trying to locate us.
Very good. If we could find
the place we beamed down,
the ship might
beam us up.
Let's get there.
There's no way
we can know where it is.
It could be anywhere
within a 1,000-mile radius.
Join us
common humanoids
in trying to find
a way out of here,
and quit explaining
why we can't get out.
We have until 5:00.
Consider this. What materials
were on hand in 1881
that could help us fight the Earps
on their own terms?
We have these,
Captain.
No. The Melkots gave us
those to execute us.
We have to find a way
to put the Earps
out of action.
Is there anything that exists here
that could help us?
All those
western cossacks had
were poisonous snakes
and cactus plants.
Bones ... the venom.
The plants.
Can you make
use of them?
A tranquilizer! Of course, Jim.
I can make a tranquilizer!
I could make a device
to deliver it on-target.
Bones, the ingredients
you require.
I know the place
to get the proper drugs.
I'll need a mortar
and a pestle.
Chekov, mortar
and pestle.
How do you
intend to deliver
the tranquilizer
on-target?
I shall need some fusing
and cotton wadding.
Wadding--try
the apothecary.
Aye.
I shall manufacture
the equivalent
of an ancient
generating canister,
more familiarly known
as a gas grenade.
I'll be about
five minutes yet.
You could come back.
Well, thank you.
Mind if I look
around a bit?
Crude,
but very useable.
I wouldn't touch
that stuff if I was you.
Don't worry.
I know how
to handle this.
I have
an urgent need
for a small supply
of this drug, too.
That stuff ain't mine.
It belongs to him.
You'd better ask him.
Oh, so you're
the dentist.
Well, I'm a physician,
and I have a serious emergency.
I wonder if you
mind if I borrow
a small quantity
of this.
You want it now?
My name is McCoy.
I'm a doctor.
That joke is all around town
already ... McLowery.
Well, my name
is still Holliday.
Doc Holliday.
The emergency is real.
I need these things.
Your emergency
sure is real.
Go on, take the stuff.
Have some more fun.
Ha ha. Take my bag.
Only, best you be
finished before 5:00.
That is my intention,
Doctor.
Because at one minute
past 5:00,
you'll find a hole
in your head ...
right from this gun.
Ahem.
Sylvia!
Hello.
Billy Claiborne,
do you know how crazy
I am about you?
That's ... very nice.
Well, aren't you
going to ask me
what I've got
in my shopping bag?
That's ... just what I was
preparing to inquire.
Have you been shopping?
Of course, silly!
What else would I be doing
on a beautiful afternoon
with the dance
only one week away?
Or have you
forgotten that already?
No ... no,
I haven't forgotten.
I am looking
forward to it ...
most eagerly.
You will be
absolutely wild
when you see me
in the new gown
I'm going to make.
I found this most
scrumptious material,
yards and yards of it.
You know what
I was thinking, Billy?
I was thinking
what a beautiful
wedding gown it would make.
Why don't we just